I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

Chapter 85

It was my first time truly venturing into the library, not just peeking inside.

I never had a reason to come here before. During my first year, I mostly stayed in the classroom.

‘But I didn’t expect to find a doodle here.’

Not that I could’ve known since I’d never been here.

Even though seeing the doodle didn’t trigger anything unusual, I thought I’d take a nap to relax—but, as always, my unease proved correct.

‘What the hell is this...?’

Art supplies littered the floor in poor condition, further emphasizing my carelessness.

Despite the mess, I hadn’t let go of my brush back then.

The only light in the room came from a single small lamp. That’s how I’d worked during those days.

"But why is no one here?"

As far as I remembered, after setting up my studio, I rarely left unless it was for something important.

The room was empty except for me and the paintings.

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